The stuff that software writers write, either
in source form or after translation by a compiler or assembler.
Often used in opposition to "data", which is the stuff that code
operates on. This is a mass noun, as in "How much code does it
take to do a bubble sort?", or "The code is loaded at the
high end of RAM." Anyone referring to software as "the software
codes" is probably a newbie or a suit.

The impulse to communicate is one of the most human traits...In this book, the word "code" usually means a system for transferring information among people and machines. In other words, a code lets you communicate. Somtimes we think of codes as a secret. But most codes are not. Indeed, most codes must be well understood because they're the basis of human communication.
-From CODE

Using everyday obcts and familiar language systems such as Brale and Morse code, author Charles Petzold weaves an illuting narrative for anyone who'e evr wondered about the secret inner life of computers and other smart machines.

It's a cleverly illustrated and eminently comprehensible--and along the way, you'll discover you've gained a real cont for understanding today's world of PCs, digital media, and the Internet. No matter what your level of technical savvy, CODE will charm you--and perhaps even awaken e technophile within.

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You can't put away the doubt. You can't deny the doubt. Tell yourself the helicopter isn't crashing. Remember you can't do anything. You're not in control. The helo is just fine. That noise is the throttle, the pilot's maneuver. That jolt is the wind, the air. You're not going to die.

You don't know you're breathing until you think about it. You don't feel yourself breathing until you think about it. You don't think about it until now, when your lungs are full and empty too fast. There's not enough air but there is enough air because you're still alive.

She's not dead because you're not.

You don't know your heart is beating until you think about it. You can't feel your heart beating until you think about it. It hits the back of your chest. Inside of the wall of your chest. The clouds blasting by, cut through the props. The drop is your stomach in your throat you're not going to die. You're still alive.

Close your mouth and breathe through your nose. Your breathing won't slow unless you breathe through your nose. There's not enough air but there is enough air starve yourself for the air and your breathing will slow because you think about it. Slow your breathing by thinking about it.

Read what she gave you. The helo is not crashing. The rising is the wind. The falling is the wind. The screaming is the wind. Feel yourself in the wind. You can't feel it until you think about it. You're not dying, you're alive, because you're thinking about it.

Tighten your seatbelt and don't think about it. Brace yourself and don't think about it. Slow your breathing and don't think about it. You're alive and you feel it because you're thinking about it.

It's cool in the dark room. Hard to see in the fuzzy white-blue. Haze in the eyes. Hands to the eyes to the rub. The back of the neck. Find the blankets. They've been kicked to the floor.

"I had the strangest dream. I was in a sort of spy helicopter coming down over some kind of battlezone. You were kidnapped or something. I had to find you. I was some kind of soldier but I didn't have any gun. It was like I was, it was like I was, was, psychic or something. I was supposed to find you and kill the people who took you with, like, my thoughts."

He's not going to fire you. It's going to be Denise. And Tom. And Brad and Chuck. That's it. Not you.

Relax. Smile. Finish your lunch.

***

Denise comes into your cube. She sits on the side of the 'L' you don't use. She says, "You haven't been yourself lately," not knowing she's going to be fired. But you do.

"I can't explain it. I've been..." Should you tell her? Why not? You've had an affair with her. One time when you were both drunk and weak with jetlag in the middle of a two-week tour of Asia. A one-star hotel in the middle of Malaysia. Bugs and sheets covering a tea-stained mattress. Sweat. It wasn't any good for you or her.

You couldn't look each other in the eye for three weeks after.

You want to she wants to forget it. Your wife doesn't her husband doesn't nobody knows but her and neither of you bring it up, ever.

"No. Not that. Think about all the conflict. Sometimes I think the whole world is really just a sort of a boxing ring. "

You know she knows she should be thinking a reply, but only because it's predictable. She's got that gleam in her eyes you saw in Malaysia. You want to she wants to touch. She waits for you. Waits for what you're going to say.

"Ever feel like you just knew what was going to happen, and then it did, but you didn't tell anyone you knew? It doesn't pay to say anything after the fact, because nobody would believe you. So only you know you anticipated."

She leans forward. You hesitate for a second. Then you don't. You kiss her. It's slow and gentle. Her lips are slightly cool. Wet before her tongue.

"Did you anticipate that?" she says.

"Rob's going to lay you off," you tell her. She pulls away for a second.

"No I haven't seen the list. There is no list. I don't think they've even decided yet. I just know. I just do."

"What else?"

"You have to think about it? I don't know how to explain it. When you're walking around in your life, you don't know you're in your body. I mean, you know you have a body, but you don't realize you're breathing until you think about it. You have to think about it and it happens. Does that make sense?"

"You're sucking up to Rob. You fucking brown-noser. You pig. You're giving him a list."

"I am not giving him a list."

She grabs her purse. Gets up so fast her thigh hits the table and knocks over your glass.

There are suitcases in the foyer. You close the door behind you. It's dark inside. Call for her. Rustling from the bedroom.

Why are all the lights off?

A car pulls into your driveway. Yellow white beams through the picture window turn the living room into a swirling matrix of shadow and light. This is the man who has come to take her.

The car stops, the engine runs. She's leaving.

She's got her coat on. She picks up the suitcases.

"What are you doing?"

She's crying. She hands you a note she written. On the paper is a code. It means something for another world. It has to happen this way for you to get the information. It has to be traumatic. You have to be torn to pieces or you'll never remember. She doesn't know that's what it is, but that's what it is.

All this time she's been putting off Carl. All of his advances. Flattering, but unwanted. All the time you've been away. This is what you deserve.

"Who's in the driveway?"

"I'm leaving you. Good bye."

She hates you destroyed her trust. She thought you were special. Your marriage was special. He's taking her away. They're going to the airport. He's been planning it for years, she's been resisting for years. His place in Hawaii. Way out. Way up. He'll take her by helo. You won't find her until she wants you to, until she can tell if there's anything living between you anymore.

In a hospital, a code is some kind of special or emergency situation
that about which many people need to be notified. Typically the hospital
intercom is used to broadcast the alert. You could hear something
like "Code Green in the ER" should you ever visit a hospital.
To "call a code" is to alert hospital staff that
some emergent situation (aka "emergency") is occurring.
While the exact colors* may vary, the following is a relatively standard list of
codes one might exect to ever hear called while in a hospital. Codes Blue, Green,
and Red are fairly standard. The rest may not be of concern to all hospitals.

It is interesting how a Code Blue is handled in different hospitals. Very large,
urban hospitals tend to have a "crash team" on hand at all hours.
This team's job is to respond to Code Blue emergencies. This team would typically
be made up of two or three physicians (generally surgeons), and probably an
anesthesiologist and a nurse or two. In smaller communities (and smaller
hospitals), a Code Blue is a call to all available physicians in the
hospital. This pretty much equates to anyone not already scrubbed in to the OR.

* Not all hospitals use colors; some use a numeric system. In that case, a
Code Blue might equate to something like Code 99.

The key difference between a code and a cipher (also spelled cypher)is that a code has no physical relationship to the message. A code can be a word, a symbol, a sequence of events, or an arrangement of objects.

Usage

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Code (?), n. [F., fr. L. codex, caudex, the stock or tem of a tree, a board or tablet of wood smeared over with wax, on which the ancients originally wrote; hence, a book, a writting.]

1.

A body of law, sanctioned by legislation, in which the rules of law to be specifically applied by the courts are set forth in systematic form; a compilation of laws by public authority; a digest.

⇒ The collection of laws made by the order of Justinian is sometimes called, by way of eminence. "The Code"

Wharton.

2.

Any system of rules or regulations relating to one subject; as, the medical code, a system of rules for the regulation of the professional conduct of physicians; the naval code, a system of rules for making communications at sea means of signals.

Code civil ∨ Code Napoleon, a code enacted in France in 1803 and 1804, embodying the law of rights of persons and of property generally.